Barry The Lodger Ch 11

I wake up with thinking about how I want to have sex with Barry, he's standing with his back to me, dressing, I'm going up to him, hugging and kissing him.

- "Good morning, Barry..."

- "Good morning, Mayme..."

I put my hands in his clothes and caressing his breasts and penis with stroking...

"Mmm... no, not now..."

And he took my hands into his hands to stop me.

- "What? Why?"

- "I'll go for my business, unfortunately, now I have no free time..."

And he went. Oh, I have to limit myself to masturbation again. I'm almost completely undressed with nothing but panties on. I lay down and started pulling up the bottom of my panties, they're rubbing against my vagina... mmmmmm... what sweet, lustful feelings... Now I opened the closet, took out Barry's clothes and began to smell them and rub my naked body against them...

Evening. Barry arrived, he sees me already sleeping. He lay down and started stroking my vagina gently.

"Mmm..."

I was moaning slightly in my sleep.

Next day. I woke up and I'm thinking about having sex with him again, but he's nowhere to be found. Oh, again...

Evening. Barry is back and sees me already sleeping, he wants to have sex with me too... he lay down and started whispering in my ear: Mayme... Mayme... little girl...

But I keep sleeping.

Next day. I woke up and assumed that Barry isn't at home again, I called his manager and asked where's him... manager said Barry will be performing soon, I found out the address and went there.

I went there and began to find out where's him, everyone recognized me, because I got a little fame after I once sang with Barry and became a home designer. I found him, he's in the make-up room!! He's sitting against the mirror.

- "Mayme???"

- "Barry... I can't wait..."

- "How did you know I was here??? Aaah... did my manager say that?"

I closed the door.

- "When will your performance start?"

- "In about 25 minutes..."

- "Then..."

I took off my coat, I'm wearing that underwear... pink underwear, with translucent silk wavy fabric which is attached to the top of the bra and the panties with narrow straps.

"Ah! My favorite underwear!!"

He's very admired. I unbuttoned his pants and began fellate him... with one hand I'm caressing the body of his penis, making reciprocating movements, with the other hand I'm massaging his testicles gently, I'm kissing and licking the head of his penis passionately... now I'm caressing his penis with my mouth, it's reaching my throat, my swallowing movements squeeze his penis... we're moaning passionately...

- "aah... mmmmm... ah... Mayme..."

- "Barry... mm... c... come into me... right now... mmm... I... can't wait..."

He started undressing, I stopped him and said:

"Wait!! I want you in this suit..."

He's in a beautiful, elegant suit and the first two buttons on his shirt are seductively unbuttoned. I sat on a chair, he bent down towards me, he put his penis into my very wet vagina and started making frictions. I feel his penis in me... oh how good I feel!!!

- "ah! Aah!! Barry!! Aaah!!!"

- "Mayme..."

We're enjoying this moment while we have time... now I especially appreciate it, because today only these precious 15 minutes I can feel Barry's huge, hard penis...

"Aah! Aaah!! More deeper!!"

Now the penetration is deeper. I'm hugging him passionately, kissing him on the mouth and moaning louder... and soon he's cumming into me. He kissed my lips and cheek gently and he's stroking my hair. He felt slightly exhausted but he hides it not to upset me. He went to the table and drank a shot glass of cognac for vigor. I noticed something was wrong with him...

- "Barry, are you okay?"

- "Sure"

- "No, I see something is wrong. Maybe you're sick?"

- "No, I'm fine!"

Someone called Barry to the stage, and he's coming to the door.

- "Barry, don't hide anything from me!"

- "See you at home, Mayme" *kissed me gently*

He comes out of the make-up room.

"Barry, wait!!"

He ignores me and moves on.

Evening. Barry came home, he was tired.

- "Barry, will you say what's wrong with you?"

- "I'm fine."

- "Stop hiding something from me!!"

- "I have nothing to hide..."

- "Confess!!!" *raised the voice*

- "All right!! After having sex in the make-up room I was a bit exhausted and I wasn't happy about it!!" *disaffected*

Then I started crying, ran into my room and closed the door. He's knocking on my room door.

"Mayme, open the door!!"

But I didn't open the door. I'm sad that I made Barry feel tired before his performance, but I'm offended that he was rude to me now.

Barry went to his room, sat down at the desk and thought: I moved her to tears...

And he began to cry silently.

A little later, he started knocking again.

"Mayme, honey, open the door" *said calmly*

An hour later. He put a piece of paper under the door to my room.

"Mayme, please read the note, it's at the door."

And he went. I stood up, took the note and started reading it. It says:

"Mayme, what a bliss

When we hug and kiss.

Oh, what sweet nipples...

...they deserve more tickles.

Your two pink petals in clammy dew,

When I eat them, I look at you.

When you moan so sweet, loudly and long,

That's more beautiful than any song.

You intoxicate me more than any wine,

Wonderful times with you in bed are so fine.

If I made you cry, please, forgive me,

My joy, my happiness, my sweet Mayme."

What Barry wrote isn't just a note, it's a beautiful, and very embarrassing poem... I'm very aroused, but at the same time, I want to cry... I left the room, went to Barry's room, the door is open, he's just sitting at the desk.

"Barry?"

I said quietly and suddenly he turned to me, stood up, came up to me, I'm hugging him.

- "Forgive me, Mayme... I'm so sorry that I wasn't honest with you then, and that I was rude to you..."

- "I forgive you... and thank you for the poem... I love it..."

Talking about his poem, I was embarrassed and I'm looking away.

"B... Barry... did I understand correctly what "pink... p... petals in... c... c-clammy... dew" means?"

I said very quietly, and he whispered in my ear:

"Yes, that's right, I described your wet vagina..."

Oooooh, how he aroused me!!!!

"Mayme, I want you..."

He carried me to the bed and started undressing me. I unbuttoned his shirt and I started rubbing my nipples against his nipples, and at this time we're kissing with moans. Now he's tickling my nipples!!

"Aaaaaaaaah!!"

His slight tickles make me so aroused!! Now he's licking my vagina, clitoris and labia gently, and I remembered the words from his poem: "your two pink petals in clammy dew"... it turns me on so much...

"aah! Mmmmm..."

Now I'm caressing his nipples with my tongue and kissing them gently... And now, while I'm fellating him, I'm massaging his buttocks, he feels so good...

"mmmm..."

I lay down on my back, he lay down on me, he put his penis into me and starts making frictions. I feel the movements of his penis, I feel it from all sides inside me...

"Aaaaaaah!!! Ah!! Mmm!!"

He feels that he'll cum now, but he restrains himself... I'm squeezing his penis with my hips and vagina...

"aaah!! Mayme!! Aaaaaah..."

He feels so good, but he needs to try not to cum ahead of time... he paused for a second, then continues the friction again... I'm kissing him and stroking his hair and back... sometimes he's thinking something which not arouse him, for example, about sayings from his manager...

"AAAAAAH!!!!"

He barely restrain himself not to cum because of my louder moans, now he's mentally counting backwards: 100, 99, 98, 97...

This has been going on for 2 hours!!! He can no longer restrain himself...

- "I can't... now I'll cum..."

- "Oh yeah, Barry!!! Aaaaaah!!!!!"

And finally he's ejaculating into me. He's very exhausted.

"Barry, it was amazing!!! It lasted longer than usual... thank you for this long, magic night..."

I'm hugging him passionately, kissing him and he's smiling at me, he wanted to start talking, but he immediately fell asleep. Now he's really exhausted, because this time we had sex longer than usual. I suddenly realized that he's a very good person and he's a caring, attentive lover... Oh my goodness, I didn't appreciate him seriously, I always saw him as a sex toy!!! and honestly, when I wanted to caress, kiss and lick him, I never once thought that he'll feel good because of this... I want to caress him because I... love delicious... for me, Barry is delicious. am I worthy of him? or not? Be that as it may, now I'll really appreciate such a beautiful person as Barry.